Hiezen: this was done on a whim…based on bits of information that I'm using for a story of my own…
Disclaimer: I own nothing
-(Reapers)-
Have you ever wondered what a species that almost extinct thinks. In reality they don't really realize that they are going extinct so they go on doing their normal business.
This was not true for him, he had realized, he noticed. Nobody believed him.
His kind had almost gone extinct.
All that was left of his kind was his son and himself.
Everything that had lead to their extinction was their own fault. They didn't interbreed. Really, inbreeding wasn't exactly needed when the genes of your kind overrode the genes of any species they bred with (not to mention most of them though it weird to inbreed). But genetics were hardly the thing to blame.
It had been the bitterness that the other clans held against the royal family. The royals looked human but held every bit of power that a shinigami held.
Jealousy?
Maybe…
That is how the real war stated before his most trusted warrior had betrayed him…his people…the people who were supposed to keep balance in the world, began to execute each other.
He had lost all his family, he lost all his friends. He was the only one left. He had bowed to never let it happen again…though that didn't work.
After gaining trust of new people…it happened again, though it had consequences that were just as bad.
Seven hundred eighty-seven years passed and he was born.
After seven miscarriages that his beloved wife had to bear, his son was born. The lines of sanzu appeared on the twenty-third day of life which guaranteed that his son would live. So his species carries on.
Even if his wife wasn't so lucky.
-(end)-
Hiezen: I realize it doesn't make sense…I guessed that kid I either 13 or 14…the number eight as my father pointed out to me once always represents demons and such…this little revelation of his only made me laugh…irony